Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h - Sex Stories

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... gave it all away. I went at it again, taking as much of him as I could down my throat until I felt the tell-tale swelling of his cock. My tonsils got blasted by streams of his cum. Damn, the dude was a fire-hose! I almost choked on it all, but shit, a promise was a promise. I swallowed the whole damned load like a pro. Well, wasn’t I one now?

We mostly talked for the remainder of his paid-for time. I let him play with my tits for a while, knowing he was trying like hell to get back up again. We never agreed on a double-pop fee, but I probably would have let him if he managed another erection (He was my first client, after all). Alas, he couldn’t, and he departed, ostensibly a happy man and saying he’d love to see me again. We’d see.

That wasn’t too bad, I thought, as I gargled some mouthwash to clear my semen-filmy mouth. I checked my messages to find two. Both were looking for time later in the afternoon. I chose the one that sounded older and more interesting and called. He answered, saying his name was Dave and asked me for my fee. I mentioned my ‘donation’ amount for the one hour session he was looking for and he agreed so we set up the time and the phone call process. After hanging up, I called the second man and told him I’d be busy. I offered some time the next day I would be free and he said he’d think about it. Fair enough.

The second man (see, I was tallying them up already) made his calls and was soon at the condo’s door. I still had on the same outfit. ...

... ‘Dave’ looked disappointed; what did he think I’d wear—nothing? Okay, maybe I wasn’t his physical type. I’ll show him, I thought as I ushered him in and told him to get comfortable.

Like before, I placed the money in a kitchen drawer while he went into the bedroom. When I walked in he was down to his boxers and sitting on the edge of the bed. He arose and grabbed me and pulled me onto him on the bed. I felt a moment of fear before I realized he wouldn’t hurt me. He was the caveman type, that’s all.

“You want to undress me?” I asked.

He did. His answer was to practically rip my shirt off. I helped him with the rest before unleashing him from his boxers. This guy was small. He was probably as hard as he was going to get and it still barely made four or five inches. The dude couldn’t hide his over-excitement, breathing hard with his paws all over me. I sucked him, and he did get a bit stiffer; still a thin four inches or so.

“Which way?” I asked as I helped him with the condom.

“W…What way do you like it?”

In my entire life, nobody, not even my husband, ever asked me what position I liked. Wow, this was a moment to savor, even if I was a paid fuck. “I like it doggy, but don’t go too fast, big guy. I don’t want to be sore.” Jesus, I couldn’t believe I spouted that bullshit line.

It surely got him going. The guy was banging into my backside from behind so hard I was barely able to stay on my knees. I was beginning to feel the tension build, more from his balls ...